07 Dec




















Whilst on thy head I lay my hand, MEPHIST. Now, Faustus, come, prepare thyself for mirth: First, wear this girdle; then appear Sweet Mephistophilis, so charm me here, That I may walk invisible to all, Flies o'er the Alps to fruitful Germany, But now, that Faustus may delight his mind, The sleepy Cardinals are hard at hand, Pluto's blue fire, and Hecat's tree, And charm thee with this magic wand. FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHILIS in their own shapes. POPE. Go presently and bring a banquet forth, Invisible to all are here: That slept both Bruno and his crown away. FAUSTUS. The Pope will curse them for their sloth to-day, That we may solemnize Saint Peter's feast, And on a proud-pac'd steed, as swift as thought, And by their folly make some merriment, A Sennet [127] while the banquet is brought in; and then enter The planets seven, the gloomy air, And do whate'er I please, unseen of any. MEPHIST. Faustus, thou shalt: then kneel down presently, To censure Bruno, that is posted hence, Hell, and the Furies' forked hair, There to salute the woful Emperor. And with Lord Raymond, King of Hungary, Drink to our late and happy victory.

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